A/N: Just a short something. I don't own anything 40k related or Worm related. Vulkan has a very can-do attitude.

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The dark-skinned giant in ornate green armor barked out a laugh at Legend's speech, and stood chuckling. The rest of the crowd looked on, some slightly shocked at the disrespect shown one the Triumverate's members. Alexandria, in particular was shooting the impossibly huge man a death glare.

"As fortunate as it is to hear such a 'rousing' speech, we should move on from how likely mortals are to die from this beast," a smile bloomed on the man's face, "And instead speak of how the might of the human spirit shall win this day. Did not our ancestors once fear the dark? They found fire. Did not our ancestors once fear the deeps? They built boats to cross them," the man gestured grandly, "Do not our legends speak of mighty mortal men and women, who on the strength of will alone, slew great monsters?"

There was some murming of assent.

"The time of the heroes of old has come again. Are you not mighty mortal men and women? Wielding powers befitting the scions of the non-existent gods? There stands," a meaty finger jabbed at the man who had been interuppted, "a man who hurls light as if it were the lightning of Zeus, and next to him, a woman who puts the legend of Herakles to shame. Among us, there are those blessed with wit beyond measure, others who build their strength, and others still who command the very weave of the world around them."

A soft smile graced the titan's face, as he gave Vista a definitive glance. The Ward puffed her chest up in pride.

"Before, your spirit was weak," he spoke solemnly, "by tales of those who had been bested by these creatures. No more!"

The massive hammer wielded by the speaker slammed onto the deck, startling some people.

"No more! We fight! We fight to our last breaths, for we fight for the glory and lives of all humanity! We, who have conquored feral and wild Terra, will fight! And many years from now, our names shall be sung, our legends told, and once again, humanity will know it cannot be defeated, it cannot be stopped!"

There was a roar of approval from the gathered capes.

"Into the Fires of Battle! Unto the Anvil of War!"

Orders began to disseminate and the gathered capes, hero and villain alike, moved with a purpose, a fire lit within their chests.

"Mr. Vulkan?" came a timid and awed voice from the giant's side. Vulkan looked down at a girl who, despite being in costume, he knew very well. "When did you get back? I thought you were checking up on your sons?"

"They are doing well, Skitter. He'stan has almost finished finding what he is looking for, and the rest of them are very excited about it. You should see them soon, they are going to love you." An armoured finger patted Skitter's head, which was promptly batted away with an indignant sqwak.

"But first, we must destroy this beast. A fitting start to your tale. I must warn you, my brother, Leman, will attempt to woo you, should word of this tale reach his ears."

"Ew."

Vulkan roared in laughter, sweeping the girl up and putting her on his shoulder.

"Come, come, let us slay the great 'Leviathan' together. I even brought you gifts from my father's agents."

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"And what would you need a master-crafted power-sword and inferno pistol, befitting a mortal girl of equal standing of a Chapter Master, for Lord Vulkan?" the Inquisitor asked.

"There's this girl..." and Vulkan sighed longingly, hoping his ruse would fool the Inquisitor. Though he really did miss Taylor's motor-mouth and bubbly attitude that had come into play after prying open her shell. The fact that she had an incredibly creative mind when it came to theoretical technology was only a plus. He would have to induct her into his legion/chapter, or something.

Six years was a long time to be away from such a delightful young lady. And last he knew, she was very seriously contemplating asking her parents for fencing lessons.

The Inquisitor fell for the bait, and with a chuckle and a knowing smile, handed over the incredible weapon that had been crafted by the Grand-Fabricator himself.

Now, if He'stan could manage to find his wat out of a wet paper bag and get the last few blatant hints about where Vulkan was...

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A/N: What happened to the spell check function? I use word pad so I kinda depend on the one in the editor. Lame.